Waiting For Oprah To Give Me My Big Break
I knew from the beginning when my mother forwarded me the information about Oprah Winfrey’s new network looking for people to compete to have their own show on her new network that this was going to be a competition filled with thousands if not hundreds of thousands or people looking for this opportunity to change their life. Of all the people I know in my life, only about six of them DON’T think they should have their own show so you multiply it by the masses and you get the Oprah Winfrey contest that is still raging at the moment with my hat tossed into the ring of fire that is this competition. Waiting for Oprah to give me my big break – Don’t Get Me Started!
While anyone who knows me can tell you, I love running my mouth. I’ll talk about almost anything (including topics I have little to no knowledge about whatsoever). I’m one of those dreaded theatre people who love the sound of their own voice, though I happily admit that I love the sound of my own voice and therefore feel as though that absolves me from any wrongdoing. You know, sort of like if an alcoholic admits he has a drinking problem, in my opinion you’ve done all you need to do. No meetings, no putting down the hooch, you’ve admitted you have a problem and I say, “Good for you.”
So I pondered what type of show I thought would be interesting. I pondered it for more than thirty minutes before I came up with what I thought was not only a fun idea for a show but a much needed show on any network. I would become the Personal Assistant to everyday people. That’s right, how many times have you common folk wanted to not take calls from certain people, have someone help you organize your day so that you could fit in that workout and all the while help you pick out a perfect dress for your office cocktail party and be your date? I’m all of that and a bag of rather gourmet chips as the kids used to say. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense to me that this was more than a good idea for a show, it was a GREAT idea. I would become a modern day Dolly Levi of sorts to the public at large! Need a violin tuned, I’m on it, need fundraising done for your kid’s soccer teams, I’m on it. The list goes on and on and I think it could make for quite the entertaining programming.
So I watched as the voting period began and was disgusted by the front runners who I suspected has hired the homeless or some sweat shop kids to click to vote for them. While some ended up with literally millions of votes, I was pleased with my 9,000 votes. Surely that is enough votes to get me noticed by the casting people at the new Oprah network, no? I don’t know.
Last Friday they chose the top five vote getters from online and they added three additional top vote getters to the mix. Next they’re going to chose thirty-two additional semi-finalists from the videos online and the in person auditions. I’ve looked at several of the videos and I’ve scrolled through the many pages online sizing up the competition and I have to say that I think I have a good shot at becoming one of the thirty-two. After they bring the forty possible contenders to LA for a week for things like psychological exams they’re going to narrow the field down to ten people to compete on the air.
I don’t have a post-it on my mirror telling me the Oprah people are going to call. I tend to present the whole, “Why the hell not me” attitude to my friends and family as they roll their eyes. But when I first get up in the morning, I do think about the theme song for my new show, the challenges I’ll be faced with when I’m part of the ten competing on the actual show to get your show and I think no, I know I’d make good television. So cross your fingers, don’t change your socks and light candles, whatever you do to make things happen because I can use all the mojo and positive vibes I can get as the Oprah and Mark Burnett team decide on the additional contestants. Waiting for Oprah to give me my big break – Don’t Get Me Started!
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